Something New?

something new?

how did we let it all go?

it's not like it slipped away unnoticed

i watched it start to tear

seams started to rip

one by one

here and there

then before long

we were hanging on by a thread

then we weren't

and it felt like you wouldn't notice

nor care

if i were alive or dead

after a while

i handed you a new needle and thread

you pierced through my skin

i winced and watched it bleed as you

passed it back

it was painful

but it was a start

you're back now

but it'll never be the same

as it once was

but maybe

we can start something new?

-i

frustration

frustration is an unhappy fellow

with white knuckles

and tense shoulders,

with gritted teeth

and a clenched jaw,

with needles in his throat

and acid in his eyes

he is blinded and hurt

misunderstood,

mistaken for anger

his muscles ache

his joints are stiff

his skin is on fire

but he cannot be put out

for no one knows

of the invisible flame that burns him

he has no tounge

and can only utter a gut wrenching cry

before collapsing into a heap on the ground

tears roll down his cheeks

as it begins to rain

bit by bit

parts of him loosen and soften

his teeth are cracked and split

sitting on his heels

with his hands flat on the ground in front of him,

watching the rain wash away the red

from his grazed knuckles

his breath is shaky and laced

with sorrow and exhaustion

his eyes are sore and begging to close

his hands slide forward as he leans

and lets himself hit the ground

elbows

ribs

waist

he is tired

laying on his front

watching the rain wash away the red

from his knuckles once more

he lets out a small sigh

with the last few tears

he lays motionless as the red

from all over

mixes with the rain around him

he can rest now

so he does.

-i

hope

hope is such a unique feeling

it flows all throughout you

slipping into every crevice and gap

hope can be a fire

that burns in the hearts

of those who believe

mass hope is near impossible to kill

individual hope is easier to dismantle

but not if they are stubborn

or determined

or a fighter

hope can and will live on

it is contagious

-i

guilt

tangible guilt

like black putty

or tar mixed with oil

choking on it

gasing for air

clawing at my throat

a grasp so tight

it rips and shreds

the poison spills out

drop by drop

a puddle forms

rising around my ankles

up to my knees and waist

rib by rib, bone by bone

soaked in concentrated venin

it climbs my neck

from which it came

im drowning,

choking on it

once more

-i

untitled

nostalgia is grief from losing the past

-i

blind trust

if i were to find your hands

over my eyes

i would lean into them slightly

trusting you fully

completely

and blindly

-i